I have fallen to one knee
as I turn to see your shadow,
just in time to prepare for the second blow
in these final seconds before,
the state between death and the dying thought
one's life does play out
in a wave of weaving shadows
on a pillow of blinding white light
my last conscious thought
of your eyes,
the day you looked at me from across the room,
from across the universe
in death one can hear,
for you repeat as you look upon my bloodied body;
"cheater! cheater!"
I can only summize you refer to the lipstick on my collar
put there by your mother
who I happened upon at the grocery store
while picking up your favorite yogurt
you always were the jealous and suspicious one,
but I love you just the same

Prowling by. One paw, one paw–it hunts slowly.

The hands of movement,
by and by
break our fall,
they're indeed very sly.

A freedom of spirit,
Is slowly being crushed.
When one sees desperation,
dirt and dust.

A freedom is being taken,
to meet new lives,
Instead being given
...muffled cries.

A freedom is being snatched,
of happy joys.
Gender and doubt,
unlikely toys.

But trust was asked,
not very much,
A freedom was taken,
and life was such.

I'm having writers block
& it's all because of you
I'm having writers block,
the words are leaving me,
and so are you,
you're the ink going out of my pen,
used to drip so passionately,
It's now empty, once again,
While this writers block has twisted my mind & jumbled my soul,
So have you,
and my heart still yearns for writing,
but I can't think clear thoughts with my suspicions of you,
so, I'm slowly letting you go,
my heart is peaceful,
my words are true,
writers block doesn't have a hold on me,
and neither do you